(Update to original post: Maidless)
A few days after our maid quit, only a couple days after we’d paid her out her vacation, future X-mas bonus, etc, she called to ask for her job back.
Now, if this were a movie, the audience would be yelling “Just give the poor woman her job back!” (This imagery is how I make most of my important decisions.)
There are a few factors to consider in this situation. First, I’m a big believer in never looking back. Don’t go back to boyfriends you’ve broken up with, don’t go back to companies that you’ve left, don’t go back to restaurants that made you sick… you get it. Do people deserve a second chance? You betcha! Just not from the same entities with which they blew their first chance. There are just too many moving parts in the world to try to make something work that didn’t work the first time. But this is just my own, personal philosophy. (And yes, I understand I will regret this statement the first time I need a second chance, but darn it, I’m gonna do everything I can to avoid that situation.)
However, the opposing, second factor to consider is the economic situation of the subject in question. Sure, I’m accustomed to people losing or leaving their jobs. People who spent careers in one of the highest paying industries in what was one of the highest paying cities in the world. People whose business was based in investing and most of the time invested their disposable income rather wisely. I’m not accustomed to a situation in which I am directly involved in a party being unemployed who may not be able to buy shoes this year (ok, I don’t know if this is the case, but you get where I’m going).
However, it came down to, as it always does and always will, our daughter. As two people who both came from a childhoods plump with chaos and conflict, we do our best to protect our daughter from chaos and conflict. Having people coming and going is both confusing and anxiety creating for a little one, a little one who was dropped into a confusing new world just over a year ago. Sure, the same face around the house instead of a new one MIGHT be a better decision, but not if the situation is laced with a new sense of mistrust and resentment. Which, let’s not kid ourselves, would exist.
I’ve also realized that I may not want someone in our apartment five to six days a week. Call me… well, call me American, but there is something slightly unsettling about a semi-stranger lurking about all day. I can managed to do a couple dishes every other day and pick up my own clothes.
So we told our ex-maid “Thank you but no thank you.” Because we were traveling in July and would be traveling again in September, we had already decided to have someone come only a few days a week until October, when my daughter and I return from the states.
Week 1 and I’m already liking it better. There’s no one to make me feel guilty for not wanting to sit down to a full table of lunch (which is one of the factors in my gaining 15 lbs since my feet hit the dirt here). There are only a couple days in which I need to avoid doing something in one room because it is actively being cleaned instead of five. And I hate to admit it, there is something soothing to the act of hanging clothes and wiping dishes.
But again, this is only week one. The early stage of divorce from our maid. We’ll see how I feel in the future.